In my Solitude

Mr. Stark took Oliver’s hello as an invitation. He walked over to the bed, standing just far enough away. Oliver waited, he expected him to be here for something, to tell him something. He didn’t speak though, not for a while, just looked at Oliver and then looked at the ground and then back at Oliver again.“Kid, are you okay?” Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting. He felt his throat clench up when he said it but he had gotten good at suppressing that feeling.“Never been better.” There was no humour in it this time.“Look I know you don’t really know me. But I also know you’ve kinda been through hell recently and I-” He took a deep breath. “Is there anyone I can get in contact with so that you're not so alone?” A flicker of anger lit itself in Oliver's stomach. Anyone he could get in contact with? No. There was no one anymore. There was no one left and he just had to remind him.“Nope.”OrAn average teenager meets playboy billionaire Tony Stark. Then his life gets fucked up. Then he meets Peter Parker. Then his life gets even more fucked up. Will Tony be able to fix it at least a little or will this teenager crash and burn, adding another person to the list of people he couldn't save?

Listen, I'm not even going to lie. I started this fic while high, based on a fantasy I thought about while trying to sleep. My goal was to make the most sincerely cringe fic I've ever done and to put my absolute heart and soul into it. The writing gets better as you go. It is kinda a self-insert but uh fuck you so. Imma beat some of our beloveds up and then I don't know write whatever I want. Have fun.TW: transphobia, gun use, suburbs